b'Relaxed, contemplative people with quasi-mythic proclivities make the list, too: When life was a constant struggle between predators, a minute-by-minute battle for survival, reptile consciousness was necessary. When there were seas to be sailed, wild continents to be explored, harsh territory to be settled, agriculture to be mastered, mine shafts to be sunk, civilization to be founded, mammal consciousness was necessary. In its social and familial aspects, it is still necessary, but no longer must it dominate.The physical frontiers have been conquered. The Industrial Revolution has shot its steely wad. In our age of high technology, the rough and tough manifestations of mammalian sensibility are no longer a help but a hindrance. (And the vestiges of reptilian sensibility, with its emphasis on territory and defense, are dangerous to an insane degree.) We require a less physically aggressive, less rugged human now. We need a more relaxed, contemplative, flexible kind of person, for only he or she can survive (and expedite) this very new system that is upon us. Only he or she can participate in the next evolutionary phase. It has definite spiritual overtones, this floral phase of consciousness. 21Even though Icarus and Apollo and Aphrodite and Demeter arent evoked in that passage, its not as if they arent in the wings. And even though we didnt distinguish ourselves in the 20th century in terms of our ability to resist the Sirens call to power or heed Eirenes call to biophilia, its not as if we cant imagine them having a picnic, some-where in our general vicinity, bantering in lively serious tones, watching intently as all things viral run their course. 21 I often find myself arguing that small does not mean insignificant and slow does not mean lacking in urgency. Must we argue something similar about floral? Flower power got Woodstock to happen, it may have even got four students shot at Kent State, and it definitely stopped the tanks from rolling in Tiananmen Square. Perhaps flower power is floral consciousness on its way to the ultimate AHA!. See Jitterbug Perfume, Tom Robbins (Bantam, 1984), pp. 320-326.72'